Abiding Love for Dark Chocolate

He had an abiding love for
Voluptuous women.
“When you got it, you got it,” he used
to say to his friends.
Then he met her,
She wasn’t pretty, but
Her eyes were
Two spirals of dark chocolate understanding,
Two spirals of tasteful longing.
There were no words to express
What he saw in them.
She took-in her surroundings
And rested those eyes of hers on him
And quickly became that shy
School girl and
Looked down at her shoes.
He didn’t resort to his slick lines,
Instead he decided to make up a story
Involving him and a newspaper article
About transfer students
And interviewed her.
In two weeks he knew more about her than
He did about himself.
He grew and this need to lie grew and
He lied and lied, in the end he
Came clean and she grew
Out of her timid phase
And now resides in Paris, France alone.
He doesn’t know where she is, but is planning on
Studying abroad and his first stop is
Paris, France for 2 months.
Who knows, maybe the tears shed
Will be of abandoned
Joy.